Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.